We want you to leave with the lesson, complete with the plans and actions, a combatant of
all the weapons of mass destruction, the iced-out jims that cost you peanuts in comparison to
the Africans that lost their limbs, with dumb know what's happening, with George W. Bush
and his corporate American cabinet, the wades and a ball, which announced a nothing more
than strategic positioning on a global chess board, the axis of evil, imaginary enemies
configured to gain the support of an athletic people, with war comes for you, what Afghanistan,
Iraq and Columbia have in common, drugs and oil, lucid commodities, whoever controlled the two,
upset the balance of power and influence world economies, any DJ that want to lose your job,
play this, any MC that want to get dropped off your label, say this, I will not comply, this is
what life is, terrorists have prices to bring about change through contrived crisis, terrify
higher, freelance extremists who carry out what your government conspires, but this realm is
not political, it's commercially defective yet extremely critical, in violation of the Patriots
Act, because my freedom of speech is being briefed and I have a problem with that, George W. and
the Bush from which he came is rotten, when he started out busto oil his business partner was
Salam bin Laden, the elder brother of Osama bin Laden, the two wealthy sons of the late Mohammed
bin Laden, entrepreneur extraordinaire, now who dropped the quick options on United Air,
any DJ that want to lose your job, play this, any pro-ass MC that want to get dropped off his label
will say this, I will not comply, I am slightly left, I might swing on a right wing extremist,
I am an extrovert, I fit the profile of a genius genius, I spit venom, Bush saw the
towers fall before the planes went in him, Bush saw his father's pro-finance hitler system,
I am a dead man walking, I am destined for the coffin, Judas has already been paid to stop me
from talking, but I have never been afraid, I embrace this war, you have not yet lived until
you find out exactly what it is that you will die for, don't say this, don't say that, change
your lyrics, everybody's a critic, it's getting kinda hectic, my rhyme is authentic, so shall remain,
my writing, exciting and never mundane, an actuality, my personality, keeps my mentality
based on real life situations, not speculations, but verbal illustrations of how the fuck I'm feel
I met this brother at a small spot in Burlington, New Jersey, you know what I mean, I heard my man,
you know what I mean, and I was like, yo, let me get that CD, I had to cop his CD, you know,
and this dude, he just blew me away, I mean, he blew me the fuck away, this kid right here is
from Philly, Philly's own Miss Betty son, Shyster, give it up for Shyster ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the event. I got love for spoken word artists, I've been active in this community since
2004-2005, I call myself a youth advocate, they can do what they want to do, I'm gonna do what I
want to do, see I came in this world of poets, so I got to be heard, and it lights the game,
then I choose to play with words, check this out, it's Salt Lake City, game six, score tie,
championship on the line, 1.2 seconds left on the clock, who you think's taking the last shot,
Shyster, I'm a born winner, I'm straight out the hood of Born Center, beautiful mind with a dark
heart, so every verse comes in the black herds, out of converse with the drug dealers and the
killers, the preachers and the teachers, the pretty women, the angels and the strippers,
paint pictures with colorful words, probably giving you something that you never heard,
I could have been polished up the flow, but I kept it ashy, so nasty, like raw sex with crack heads,
it's been two weeks, you ain't changed the sheet on that pissy bed, roaches up in the cereal box,
grandma cooking chickens in that rusty old pot, or old man's toe jam, now that's nasty,
I've been in the hood too long to clean up and get classy, I'm a brother that's gutter, I spent it
for the deadbeat dance and the baby mothers, put pressure on them hypocritical churches,
represent for them till the youth threw away and said we're worthless, the old black scene,
who left the shot, he laid on the concrete dying, still can hear his mother crying,
cause while I'm from, we taught not to snitch or tell, but I'm copped a little, 50 shots and
ringing Sean Bell, I'm surviving the time dealing with the pain, sometimes you only miss the sunshine
with the rain, how could I change the game, if I'm thinking in the sand with both hands and
only managed to touch one single grain, but I'ma leave them in my rare view, put the pedal to the
metal, they stuck on the curb, I'll pull up in the 2008 spoken word, another interior boy, grain of
doors come up, my words come out, boy would you walk in the red carpet, paparazzi, snappy, they
bitches, only do this for God's listeners, cause I came in this world of poets and I've got to be
heard, and if life's a game, then I choose to play with words.
I'm sitting on a train listening to this man conversation, he starts to moan and whine,
and I can't help but think it's problem to sell mine to compare the minds, then my mind
starts to race to Sudan and Palestine, and the problem line I think we all looking behind
their shoulder, see this world is getting cold and my kids are getting old and I wish I wasn't
so conscious that I too could swim in ignorant bliss, but I'm still stressed about what they did
to King and X, still upset that my mother took her last breath, she was all alone, and what's the
president will leave Iraq alone, it's a war going on outside my home, where I call home,
poets keep pissing on their poems, walk through my life, bribe with me, bribe with me, maybe you see
the Black Panther, the Farrakhan, and nines in me, give me one mic, I spit so vicious you might see
God in me, I'm lyrical, spiritual, call me Jesus Sykes, cause I make miracles, make that Black King
come up with his essence, no longer be a thug, make that Black Queen come up with their poem,
run off that strict club, he been bassin' for ten years, no longer will he do drugs,
if I could recite lines to free your mind, I would spit to my lungs, collab, real rap,
let's talk, holocaust, never again as the Jewish model, the Black man in Native America,
the kids are sold in the snow for making a whole less outlaw, I'm trying to paint a path for these
kids to follow, you intellect, I'm gonna spark this, somebody else can see the rainforest,
I'm tasting it till now, tasting that 50 cent life, get rich, die trying, ain't nobody gettin'
rich with a damn sure dyin', peep the streets of the phoenix rising, but I still can't think my
end will come from a Black sin, flame off the nozzle, chamber spin, flowers to my next to kin,
I just talking to be friends, I just talking to love you, damn nigga, I just wanted to be brothers,
Black man, it's time to evolve, we're on the path from niggas to gods, white T's and Timbs on
Avenue, chicken booze, no one but niggas do, we regulate to a beast state of being scared of our
manhood, hope we die, we can see God, here and now we can be God, pick up a book, free God,
follow what men do that sinful, the hell I see, this is God's prophecy, nobody stopped me with
some million brothers just like me, from North Philly to Compton, to the Bronx to Kingston,
overseas in Africa, upstate Attica, movin' out in the tavern, but ain't nobody shootin',
this is my revolution, spiritual awakening, crowds I'm takin', beautiful Black babies I'm
makin', get behind me, Satan, I don't know if the devil's white or Black, I don't know if this
is torture or rats, but just in case it's hip hop, hit some gun talk for them cats,
shy to put the holler poise to gas, face against crack, hands against smack, I'll beat you over
the hands so you know who you are to be Black, I'm a late Black panther, I'm a late Black gangster,
I used to be the Black problem, guess who's the Black answer, wanna get where I'm at,
get past my past, I'm teachin', these streets my class, man, giggle from the concrete jungle,
pop, I'm lettin' them lyrical shots go, I'm nice, you can put that on my kids, my life,
thank you like you conscious, fuck you, Clarence Thomas and Colleen O'Rice, Black man, it's time
to evolve, we on the path from niggas to gods.
So every time I write a line, I gotta live it, I gotta believe it, so every line I write, march to
key and vent my life, broke breath in these 40 concepts to express the birth of my children,
the heartbreak of divorce or even my mother's death, with no tears, just poems coming down my
eyes and poems you've said that would never lie and hide my emotional scars that I wear
like a buck fifty across the face, and every day is a struggle between love and hate,
so I fight to do what's right, not to cave into my lust, and I look into her green eyes and
I've realized that all I got is us in trust, these poems took my whole life to write,
so I'ma let my inner god recite, this is every fist fight, hard livin', drunk, cheeky, sex with
women, my first wife made me feel like I wasn't good enough, so in Virginia I felt stuck,
to a boat north like a runaway slave, now I'm back in the city of brotherly love,
where I'm once again surrounded by thugs who bust slugs to prove that we wasn't soft,
my soul almost got lost when I copped the dime back from hell, they say Satan was cast out of
heaven, but the inner city ghettos must have been elusive for fail, and I use my life to make sure
these brothers don't fail, and I write from the corner of my heart, and only poets in the seas
live on this block, and it's a gated community, so every time you spit inside a list you gotta
uplift the market value, I ain't come here to take nothing away, I'm giving it all back,
I'll recite like reparations to blacks, give you something that you can use, because I'm from
them streets too, and I don't know what to do with forty acres of the mule, but my whole life
will leave you battered and bruised, because we are black, we are beautiful, we supposed to make
moves, we had a written language a thousand years before they showed up on the globe and through
the slave trade, that's how our legacy got stole right under us, and we were here before Columbus,
and the mystery god is the work of Yaku, see I got the gift of lyricism, this first social
commentary on idealism, spirituality and realism, love, sex and relationship, whatever I bring to
the open mic, whatever's left, nothing less than my best cause it just wouldn't be right,
cause I'm a spoken word artist who writes poems in the key of life,
thank you for having me, thank you for having me, watch the peace, and I will say live right here
coming at you, watching you, watching me, and watching this is how we live on the ground,
stay black all day on the third world peace, I am living mad, born from a matter made of exponential
form, I am dual in my spirit, so one and one are four, I'm square-rooted to the core, these
cats be light like angel cake, I'm 3.14, with algebraic tactics, you couldn't solve me with
the smart board in practice, I moved with guerrilla warfare, lip gloss and nappy hair and dirty
gawera jackets, I am living mad, backed by proportions complementary to the gods, I am absolute value
and supplementary to the heart, this is no facade, I study hall with ancestors who roll in heavy
rotation, they speak in tongues which proceed the flood and build oxen scientific notation,
I am living mad, I'm a repeating decimal equated to my surface, equated to my purpose, I am a
numerical line, I am a transversal angle cutting through your parallel line, I am living mad,
and if you came here anticipating some type of spectacular speech on how to free South Africa,
then unfortunately you've been overpriced for your seats, and ladies I can't begin to tell you
how to undo, would you allow that brother to do because see I don't write for you, and you would
still be incorrect if you honestly expect for my words to save this nation, streaming revolution,
claiming I have a solution, my truth evolution begins with myself, and since we can barely even
seem to stand together, since we can barely even seem to see my wealth together, what is one thousand
of your pistols gonna do to a US pistol fool, I don't write for you, just like Abraham didn't write
to excite the Levites, I refuse to use the sexy work alive, just refuse your muse to get your
ears in your eyes, your standing ovation, see I'll write for you, this is for my rehabilitation,
and though I've only been doing this policy thing for just a moment, I can't help but notice that
some of these polls are just a little bit focused, and I'm not trying to throw stones,
but I need that shit that's gonna shake my bones and these clones seem nervous, I mean they can't
move me beyond my epidermis, even after forty days and forty nights are their very best purposes,
and I didn't even rehearse this, see I can go up in churches and slam using curses,
helping little old ladies to get to that deep depth of their purposes, holy ghost up in their service
before they started them on service, cause they won't turn like curfews, but I'll be
deprecating purses, like I was orphaned near a Hurston, and I'm not saying that I'm perfect,
I'm just a whole lot deeper than the surface, murking through the slam box to drop poetic
jazz and hip hop, remixed in basements or hits of scatting people, you think not lies,
my art cries for evolution, so it cannot be televised, my art is free, so it cannot be revised,
you think not lies, now if they stretch their minds as far as they stretch their ego sounds,
and after the slam, they're gonna need to walk away with their pride, but God forbid they jeopardize
their pride, so I'll stay the bold, I'm sorry you say I saw this whole prize, and here's an FYI,
there were 17 dialoes, prizes, resistors, there were 17 chasermars, priors, and her resistors,
there were 17 circles of children by the past, shout-out priors, and the shooting ovens were,
I was there, low-key, my black cooking weed, writing screams just as they bleed, and I couldn't
hear them scream because my screams were screaming louder, and I couldn't hear them scream because
my dreams were screaming louder, and I couldn't write for them, I broke my number two, I couldn't
write for them, so I'll be dead, it's all right for you, yes.
Lace your devil cakes until the taste comes off angelic, pathetic to do it otherwise, I can't
be who you want me to be, dressed to impress with a hymn undone, I can't beat her because me still
needs freedom, knee-deep in opinions and judgments of fleshly counsel, questioning my truth just to
justify your secrets, picking at my defense behind your perfect picking fits, while sometimes on
some days sleeping is a pain-believer daydreaming, sunlight cascading on nightmares, I cannot help
you, can't decode my life, man, draw you up some fiction with the pink beret in my hair,
share with you some fairy tales of a hard cookies and ginger ale, I can't beat her,
me still needs freedom, breakdance with me, sing with me depression, remix my insecurities to the
break beats of oppression, share with me rejection, corroborated intersections, sample my confession
to the baselines of inhibition, take me as I am, dark tan skin with agony, traffic jams in agony,
back me from the womb to the tenement to the tomb, graffiti my convictions on the catacomb
of the living, vivid so they can read it, brace so you'll believe it, race my intuitions, sit my
inner city, pluck out your eyeballs and come tell me that I'm pretty,
nice baby girl, you're nice, you're nice, you're nice, you're nice, you're nice, you're nice,
so you met someone that knocked you right off your heels, goody goody, hard love goes to show
you just how he feels, goody goody, now that's not really fair, I mean you can't just be judged
in a situation like that because you wasn't even there, and if you've been in a relationship for
as long as I have, then you will know that those slow heart blows across your nose, well
those are really only logics, come on now, you know every sister can get a little loose with the
lips, letting such things slip like fools, you ain't getting none tonight, now that can start a
fight no matter who's right, because I'm his woman and he's my man and wait, see because I don't
think you understand, my man didn't hit me with no bat, I ran into the bat, one of that was in his
hand, really I'm telling you what's happened before, I walked into a door, trip over a court,
and like I said before, every sister gets exactly what she's asking for, I can think of maybe only
one other instance why I should have demonstrated resistance or beckon for assistance, but even
in that instance I must admit that I was the one being a tad bit persistent, I mean shit, he was
taking too damn long in a shower, the show started in an hour, at the $80 tick as I was not going to
miss this, 15 minutes, 30, 45, the phone seems to ring just in time, my girl got my message of
frustration, it was waiting for me outside, I grabbed my keys, my shoes, my purse, my coat,
and even though I told him to meet me there, I still left him a note, lit me a smoke as I approached
the door, the new port died in my throat as I was thrust to the floor, adjusting vainly in pain,
I tried to explain, but it was too late, my head already hit the window, pain, my eyesight extracted,
as my pony was extracted, my punishment accepted, he's like thrushing with his genitals and pulling
on my chemical, my torso is stinging, my eardrums are ringing, I'm going through rounds, feeling
less than 10 pounds, and I know how this sounds, but my man wasn't raping me, besides that's a
different situation from the one that took place in the band, because he had that particular location,
nah, my man didn't hit me with no bat, I ran into the bat, when the bat was in his hand,
so you met someone that knocked you right off your head, hoodie hoodie, hard love glow, show you the side of him, hoodie hoodie, yeah!
Just imagine, UEP Newton, Malcolm X, Stan Tickey Williams, just imagine every black man you
ever knew or heard of in your life all bottled into one motherfucking man, and you might get
in why oil, you might get in why oil at that point, you know what I mean, but this brother right here
is coming up now, I mean I see this brother sitting on panels and put intellectuals to shame,
you know what I mean, this brother, he's one of the giants in hip hop, he's one of the giants in
the black community, you know what I mean, so pay attention real close, this brother come up here
and do what his thing, do what his thing is, you know what I mean, NY oil ladies and gentlemen,
he came all the way down from New York, keep it up, the NY oil!
Before I begin I just want to say peace to everybody that came before me, our guys did a
wonderful job, and all of y'all were very professional man, great sets, I'm very proud of y'all,
I also want to say peace to Y's intelligent, I'm very very proud of you my G, you know what I'm
saying, you are, you personify the concept that the race is not given to the swiftest or the strongest
but he that endureth, and you endure my brother, you just get greater and greater, so it's my honor
to be here and perform for you, okay brother, I'm ready, when we were first brought to this country
hold on, one more time, I don't want to tell that story, I want to tell you a story about this turkey
you see, this is a job turkey, you know what I'm saying, he wanted to get to the top of this tree
because at the top of this tree was these fruits and berries you're digging, so he's trying to
figure out how to get there but you know a turkey being a turkey couldn't quite fly to the top, so
he runs across this bull and the bull says to me turkey I got an idea, if you eat some of my feces
you know you can get the energies packed with nutrients and you can make it to the top of the
tree, well a turkey being a job turkey as he was, he went to go eat in this bull's crack
and he found that it gave him nutrients and strength and he can fly up the branches higher
and higher and higher and higher and higher, oh man finally the turkey got, he got to the top of
the tree where all the fruits and berries were at and as he got to the top of the tree, a hunter
somewhere in the woods saw him and promptly shut his ass down and the moral of the story is this
my friends, bull shit man get you to the top but god damn it it won't keep you there, so the age
of these bull shit rappers is done baby, it's time for real motherfuckers to stand up and show people
we're here, you can believe that, my name is Iwa Orca, damn it and I approve this message
the evil fire praises burn it with straws, vial and blood, purple rocks and red and red getting
it hurt, no shit, how can I eat short the mountain climb, climb to the cliff as I leap,
fander my feet and stay true to the streets, but never been beat by the beat, my heart beats
to the beat, the street is my people weeping, they pain run deep, African America and not
American, even though my foes keep the door with an open slant, don't back fold, just don't back
fold, don't back, these attacks up the rocks, these cats they don't know for real
each morning my man goes out town with every one of us
and it ain't real, it ain't real, it ain't real
hip hop, come on
each morning my man goes out town with every one of us
yeah baby, I'm gonna feel a bump in the neck and get it in y'all
capitalized by capside, these cats lie, they catch up on these guys without day nine lives
can't keep up with you, now we're latest, now you're getting paid for later, they hate you
and even being embarrassed, they plagiarize, core aesthetic, we all bet that you don't get it
I said it, I meant it, I'm here to make you regret, listen, coulda, shoulda, couldn't did
but in this instant you lost your final chance to be entrance of this day
listen to logic, sitting in the dark apartment with ideas but it appears to be scared to
smoke it, boutch kinda boys, I'm far more stookier, you step like a firecracker, I'm thermal nuclear
think I'm both folks, sometimes I worship, hop was done, instead it's overworked by the young and the dumb
back for the youth who hears no truth, she vision the proof, God put me to hell and then let this angel lose for real
each morning my man goes out town with every one of us
it ain't money, politics or economics, cause the black man's problem is a fucking lack of knowledge
he's just a baby, on the front line wildin' cause his poppin' rock is island and his mama can't cope
so his mama smoke coke, in the winter no coke, runnin' cells in the summer till her sneakers
like soul sits, black radio done sold, it's sold and became a gossip column that contributes to the
violence, a moment of silence for the dead black race that measured life by the itches on a chrome
set of spinners and us niggas, who done made a little money, out here killin' one another bunch
of goddamn dummies, it's not funny, it's the absolute truth, half the dough we spin on lawyers
could be goin' to the youth, got whippers, got bitches, got beef, got guns, got 99 problems
that result from one, not rap, not ebonics, not to get a order violence, cause the black man's problem
is a fucking lack of knowledge, we just actin' like the world done changed since we made a
little change and a rapper want a Grammy shit, niggas mistakein' black people as a nation in
a worse situation than the days of plantations rich, niggas of color never reach out to their
brothers who survive in these gutters by the strength of triple beams, seams, poor people
lack the resources and the means to support the horse desire to pursue the right things, I find
it hard to teach the babies when they hungry, cause the babies gotta eat and they think cause money,
but no excuses, we become a race of losers and the other nations use us for they come up when
they choose to, I guess the fruit are fallin' further from the trees, cause nobody wants to
harvest what's become of black seeds.
Let's do it, play kids with instruments, I want you Shane, we got my man Shane on the bass line,
I want you to follow this drum track, keep that drum track going, give us something on this bass line,
show them what that thing do, don't be shy to say, give it to them, give it to them,
but get the bass bands up, what y'all heard that before, get the bass bands up,
for real, get the bass bands up, all right, well what we gonna do right here,
is we gonna introduce this metal sucker right here,
all right, let's keep it movin', all right, now we gonna keep this thing going, keep that bass going,
keep that bass going, keep that thing going, we just gonna play some keys in this thing,
this hip hop shit, this music shit that we do, this is black music,
this is a continuation of blues, this is a continuation of jazz, this is a continuation
of what our ancestors did before us, we can't forget that, you know what I mean,
this is blues music, this is rhythm and blues, you know what I mean, we never forget that fact,
we have to reiterate that every chance we get, you know what I mean, because we have this habit of
throwing the ancestors under the bus, you know what I mean, but we play instruments, we DJ,
we do all of this hip hop shit, we just make black music, that's what we do, you know what I mean,
all of this shit in essence was created from poverty knowledge, me you know I gotta be fixing
the blow up, in a Chevy Impala I roll up, y'all are taking it to know us, the talent is to the detailer, I cover the paper, I get it in gold, now when they rappers are so tough, they run off and they lift to the focus, I rather get after the cashier, don't you like the Zula reunion with Co-Crush, teaching my seat about hip hop, cool work at house, the shit drop, rap big city, the capital city, where niggas come when they get too fucked, where you can get over your juice too, nobody know where the juice is, cool you and no matter the day, don't come to my home with that bullshit, I cover my niggas, I'm bullshit, see life ain't not in the full way, we used to be rapping,
I turn in a clap and you get it in trust, so you cool with, as soon as you grow up, I cool with, they be poppin' it, I hate to get cool shit, I used to be used to teaching the youth, keepin' them up with the movement, not even the teacher was whoppin' it, he did the truth, for a couple of soul clips,
the pictures after check, we lift the niggas, we run off and they step in, they give you it, what, they give you what, they leave the office, the chief, they open up the cashier, drop, what, my job is just a little bit of sex, the cashier, the man, the man, the gang, we are the gang, we edit rock, the juice, the black, the sack, the ninja, rock, the crew, my concept, you have to serve for this, for this, why, super high, hip, hip hop, go back, black, mine, you can clean it, clean it, clean it all up, I survive, you can take them all out, sweet, you like, it's not what I'm like, the music that is, oh, I take my time, I'm a creepy, raw man, I'm customized,
I'm sipping on the cleaned up the sounds, the music on the sound, now get me out cia contro
wisdom, G, my shipping system,яд Honey, she ever heard that, talking, obviously just, keep it up, keep it up, follow me now, see, see, I'll be rockin'
The second hit is thinking till the topsy don't be clockin'
To the double-jumpin' topsy, keep it close to just a gun
Rock, two, three, let's go, let's go
Hold up your hands, if you love me, don't make me excited
Give it up!
I'm just gonna watch you on your wrist, I love you, don't stop me, don't stop me, don't stop me
So let me hear you say, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roll the step, this is how I use it, with not the bare threat toprsize
I think they came to party there.
Being that we in the hereafter,
we're in the hereafter, I have to change my name.
From this point on, whenever you see me in the hereafter,
I'm no longer wise and intelligent.
You know about that, Jesus Jones.
I am the uncomfortable Jesus Jones.
Jesus Jones.
You know what I mean?
You know what I mean? Just look at me.
Wooly hair, skin bronze like Jesus.
Prank brand sip varn like Jesus.
Walk the water like Jesus.
Teach the Israelite.
Truthway and the light just like Jesus.
Call it blasphemous.
Araster and sacrilege.
This is black heritage.
I am as the master is.
Nine gods out of one.
I tomb out of one.
I am one god.
Some like Jesus.
I'll turn the tables on the tax collectors.
The turntables learn the wax collectors.
I'll show you heaven if you're past election.
He's not a shepherd.
He's a cash collector.
Big pimping in the urban sector.
I'm here to gather all the broken band branches.
I introduce you to your olive tree.
Your source of power metaphorically.
I put it into all the sorcery.
Of course it's me posting on your avenue.
Doing what with Jesus do.
I'm Jesus Jones, man.
Jesus Jones.
I'm ready for the Jesus Jones album.
Y'all gonna support intelligent music.
Yo, this art takes support.
We need to support all of y'all in this thing, man.
Yeah, let's define support.
Yeah.
All right, support is this.
I mean, we gotta get real elementary with this shit.
Yeah, man.
A lot of us, myself included,
never finish high school.
Jesus!
Okay?
So we have to define some of this shit we're talking about.
Support means this.
If you're an MC and you're performing
in the hereafter, right?
And you come and you bring your crew.
Yeah.
Your crew.
Your crew should be happy to pay.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
And support.
Because it's a movement.
I mean, it's a movement.
I pay.
And I mean, we always talk about
all the struggle, the struggle, support, the struggle.
Yes, sir.
Fuck the struggle.
It's about supporting the struggles.
Yes.
You understand?
Say that again.
Say that again.
The struggle is an idea.
The struggle is just an idea.
It's a philosophy.
The struggle is on real motherfuckers.
Real talk.
We're real problems.
We're real issues.
Really struggling.
You know what I mean?
Yeah.
This shit right here, I mean, intelligent music
is just what it is.
You know what I mean?
It ain't like we some motherfuckers who are like,
yo, we gonna get a big ass house.
We gonna be on MTV Cribs, bitch, yeah, what?
Talk to them.
You know what I mean?
This is some real motivating, activist shit going on.
Intelligentkids.org.
Live on.
Live on.
I mean, we doing this shit for other motherfuckers.
Because we realize that we will never achieve our true potential
until we hit ourselves onto something greater than ourselves.
Teach.
You know what I mean?
This is some real motivating, activist shit going on.
We doing this shit for other motherfuckers who are like,
yo, we doing this shit for other motherfuckers.
We doing this shit for other motherfuckers who are like,
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You know it's all good though. You know what I mean? This shit is good. You know what I mean? This shit is real good right here. You know what I mean? You can come out, enjoy some uplifting, angry, with big brother shit.
I mean you gotta have a good time. Get your drink on, meet somebody, fall in love, have a baby. I mean it's bad. It's so good. You know what I mean?
But you know, this is just hip hop though man. This is hip hop in the hip-hop. This is how we do it. You know what I mean? I don't like to face everybody who can't come out and touch down on the stage tonight. You know what I mean?
All the big girls that touched down in Wyoming, I mean it. My movie's saying I'm shite shit. But 49 is sound 40 killers. You know what I mean? So many dudes touched down DJ's life. You know what I mean?
Send a stage promotion. Intelligent music. You know what I mean? Just keep coming out to keep us going. See, we got it. We sending these niggas back to Jamaica.
Intelligent music to hereafter. We want to thank y'all all for coming out. God bless you and good night. I just wanted to always say that. But yeah, we want to thank y'all for coming out. We want y'all to continue. We hope y'all had a good day.
And I'm gonna say with you, don't put your foot on the plus one at the door. You know what I mean? Quick one play. Each one teach one. That's how we do the stage.
